Changing my appearance,
This vessel is a canvas,
Borrowed.
My hair is an accessory,
Never been a necessity,
To be who you thought I should.
Beauty in my skin,
Beauty swirls within,
Woke to the creativity I possess.
Loving every portrait I pose,
For I am not this vessel,
Something greater I am,
Pure consciousness.
Light, in the dark tunnel of judgmental eyes.
Unbothered by the rules you create.
We are the same,
Pure, consciousness.
YOU ARE READING
Brown Sugared Sunflowers
PoetryThese are poems that I've been writing for the past 10+ years. Writing always tapped into a deep part of me. I had to find what I liked and what made me, well me. Once I discovered myself, Ive felt free and unbothered. I am spiritual and I am woke t...
